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In the Mouse’s House 

Arranged by Lois Donaldson 



Illustrations by Mathilde Ritter 


JUNIOR PRESS BOOKS 

ALB E RTSfWH ITMAN 

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1936 



CHICAGO 

ILLINOIS 


Copyright 1936 
By Albert Whitman & Co. 






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Mouseling family lived in a 
sunny little house in Green Meadow. Each 
morning Mousetta Mouseling, the oldest 
daughter, washed her hands and face, 
cleaned her teeth, and brushed her tail. 

The twins, Frisk and Frisky, washed 
their hands and faces, cleaned their 


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teeth, and brushed their tails. Then they 

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all sat down to breakfast. 

Now, you must remember that this 
family of mice work in the night when 
all is dark; then they sleep all day. So 
it was just at sunset when the Mouselings 
all sat down to breakfast. 




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The Mouseling family lived in a sunny little house 



















The Mouseling children went to school. 
Each morning they wrote in their copy 
books, ^Beware of the cat / 7 

The first word they learned to spell 
was CAT. Mousetta even learned to 
read it in French (le chat), Spanish (el 


gato), and German (die Katze), for she 
was in a higher grade. 

Sometimes Frisk would forget and 
squeak out of turn. Then he would have 
to stand in the front of the room, in the 
corner, for fifteen minutes. 



















The Mouseling children went to school 














After school the Mouseling children 
ran home. For dinner they had creamed 
corn, escalloped wheat, and fried 
cheese. 

Soon after dinner they heard a rat- 
a-tat-tat. 

Mother Mouseling hurried to the 


door. Father Mouseling hurried to the 
window. Mousetta Mouseling hurried 
down the front steps. 

There stood Aunty Twinkletoes, who 
lived at Black Cat Inn, the largest stump 
in Green Meadow. 





There stood Aunty Twinkletoes 


















^Farmer Brown has started spring 
plowing / 7 she squeaked breathlessly. 
/7 Nearly all of Mouseville has been buried. 
Move your food quickly from your outside 
storehouse to your kitchen pantry ! 77 
Even as she squeaked they could 


hear a faint scritch, scritch, scratch, scratch, 
far away. First the whole family put on 
their working clothes. Then they hurried 
down the cellar stairs. They carried 
lanterns because it was very, very dark. 
Of course they were badly frightened. 





Of course they were badly frightened 























Frisk and Frisky brought the ladder. 
Mousetta brought a big sack. Father 
and Mother Mouseling piled cheese, 
and sausage, and cauliflower, and beets 
into the sack as fast as they could. 

One door in the cellar would not 
open. 



What do you suppose they did? 
Snip—snap, buzz—rip, of course, they 
sawed it away! Then the Mouselings 
worked faster than ever filling their 
sacks with cheese, and sausage and 
cauliflower, and beets to take up to 
their kitchen. 







Of course, they sawed it awayl 






























When all the sacks were full. Frisk 
put the little sack over his shoulder. 
Mousetta helped Mother Mouseling 
carry the middle-sized sack. Father 
Mouseling carried the big sack—for he 
was the biggest mouse. 

How they tugged and pulled to get 







the sacks upstairs! Finally they got their 
sacks into the middle of the floor of 
their nice, big kitchen. 

Mother Mouseling put the cheese on 
the top shelf. She put the cauliflower 
on the second shelf. She put the beets 
and carrots on the third shelf. 




Mother Mouseling put the cheese on the top shelf 














Th en Father Mouseling yawned and 
said, /7 Dear me, I am tired / 7 

Mother Mouseling said, " My, but I 
am tired / 7 

Mousetta Mouseling said, "Oh me, 
oh my, I am tired / 7 

Frisk and Frisky had hurried to bed 





while the others were talking about it. 
Mother Mouseling tucked them in, for it 
was nearly noon. You remember that 
these mice go to bed at sunrise so they 
can sleep all day. 

Just then the big plates hopped up and 
down on the shelves. The dishes trembled. 




Mother Mouseling tucked them in 





































































There came a dreadful jolt.The cellar 
storehouse had fallen in. But the Mouse- 
ling’s little house stood safe. 

Best of all, they had their food safe 



on their own kitchen shelves — all be¬ 
cause Aunty Twinkletoes had told them 
about Farmer Brown who was doing 
the spring plowing. 



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